I don't know what it means, but when I close my eyes, I feel like the voice in my brain is very messy, and it takes a long time to convince myself to write it down.

The time of the letter is uncertain, sometimes it takes a whole day, sometimes it only takes a few hours, but every time I open the letter, there is always a delusion that it will not be the other party calling by fax.

But this question is very immature, so I didn't think about it carefully, and while writing a reply, I thought about how the other party would answer.

Time flies, and I've seen Dr. Meese again in the past few days, and she's leaving, and she's coming to say goodbye to me.

At that time, I was thinking about my reply, but I didn't hear the other party's knock on the door, but after reacting, I saw that the other party had already walked in, and the letter paper that I hadn't had time to pack was just spread out in front of her.

When the other party saw it, they asked me who I wrote it for, and I said it was my friend while cleaning it up, but the other party seemed to be very curious about the content of our correspondence, and as a patient, I could only show her a few letters nearby.

After reading it, the other party shook his head, pointed out the inappropriateness in my sentence, and pushed me little by little about the thoughts and character revealed in the other party's words.

When she put the contents of this person on paper, I smiled, feeling that her words were very confusing, but when I asked, the other party returned the letter to me and said softly, "This person is not compatible with your character, but I can see that he is slowly getting in touch with his own character!" ”

I shook my head, "Can you tell from this?" ”

"Of course, as long as you ......," he said, the door was suddenly opened again, and a man came up and whispered something to Dr. Meate, who replied, and then the man left.

Turning back, Dr. Meese added, "This man could be your old enemy or your best friend, so be prepared and good luck!" ”

I was skeptical, chewing on the meaning of her words, "Okay! It sounds like fate! ”

After seeing her leave, I looked at the letters again, but I didn't know what they were, and I suddenly realized that they all came from different places.

And it seemed that something was deliberately composed, and I counted them one by one according to the time, and there were twelve letters, and even some of them were sent on the same day. "Chengde, Qingdao, Wuzhen, Liaoning, Yantai, Beijing, Tianjin......"

A letter from each city, as if invisibly assembled into a strange shape, I can't be sure or believe.

Counting the days, another three days passed, and our letters were slowly interrupted, and the other party began to wave goodbye to me, and on the last day, Dr. Zhang came over, took the headband, and informed me that I could be discharged from the hospital, and I was still reading the last letter from Fujian.

This was the last letter, and I opened it when Dr. Zhang left.

The letter said a lot, including my friends, and finally said, "I hope that when we meet again, we can be friends, not enemies." ”

After putting down the letters, I didn't come back to my senses for a long time, until I went to pack my things and prepare to go through the discharge procedures, and I was still thinking about them.

When we say goodbye?! I don't know when that will be, where it will be, under what circumstances.

Maybe everything can change here, facing an unknown fate, if we can't control it, we can only cover our heads and move forward, but in the end, ask ourselves, what's the use of thinking about it now?

When I left the hospital, Dr. Zhang and two other doctors whose names I can't even remember now came to see me off.

But when I shook hands and left, I really didn't know what they said, so I just nodded in agreement.

I returned to the village again, but this time the village was very lively, but not for a funeral, but because Baizhou was about to inherit the patriarch.

This can be regarded as the top priority in the clan, a few days ago, it was prepared, so Baizhou has been busy these days, no wonder he hasn't come to see me in the past few days.

When I went to look for him, Baizhou was still writing a post, calling all the other clansmen back to witness this great event.

Successive patriarchs, according to the rules of etiquette, should have been decided after the death of the old patriarch, but I didn't expect such a delay to be a few years.

Now that the new patriarch has finally been elected, it is also the will of heaven, but it still has to be screened by several elders before this name can be decided.

The affairs of the past are extremely complicated, and it seems that they are also the kind of people who observe all kinds of etiquette very much, and in addition to the rules of the clan, there are other claims of self-consciousness, although they are all processes, but they cannot be lacking.

However, for Lingkui, this kind of ritual is already very familiar, but for outsiders, the new patriarch, it is also a new birth.

In this way, the ceremony alone lasted for three or five days, and after such a toss, it undoubtedly stabilized the foundation of the self, and instilled a firmer belief in the clansmen.

Even though I didn't want to use the word "indoctrination," I could see the elders shouting slogans with them, which was very offensive.

However, I am also lucky, because this is the last day of the ceremony, and the remaining days are basically individual activities, and several ancient temples in the village have also been opened, which are dedicated to the ancestors of the ancestral halls of the past dynasties.

The people in the village gather more and more, but Baizhou, the biggest protagonist, always sees the head and the tail of the dragon, and the haunt is very irregular.

When I went to look for him at his house, I didn't see him, but I saw a few elders discussing things in the house.

When asked where Baizhou was, the elders shook their heads, claiming that he had left after doing his own thing, but that someone had seen him near the hills of the back mountain and could go to them.

I nodded, but Liu Ran didn't go with me, but went to look for the documents, saying that he wanted to take a break here.

I left the village alone, and followed the place pointed out by the elders, all the way out of the village, and came to the back mountain, but it was full of trees.

After a few circles around, I realized that this was the place where Elder Song died that night.

Further on, I saw some low graves, and as I dodged them, and looked forward, I suddenly saw a figure flashing by.

I immediately stopped, and when I looked closely, I saw two people standing on the steep slope not far away.

They stood in front of two adjacent tombstones, silent, as if they were two trees, and let the wind blow around them.

I looked at them a few times, and then I could faintly hear what they said in the wind, and it felt like Baizhou was talking, but because the wind was strong, it completely drowned out his voice.

I hid under a low tree, and was just about to call them, when I met the other person who had not spoken to the tombstone suddenly turned sideways and replied something, as if he was very angry?

I immediately looked over and saw that this person turned out to be Yin Daochang, which made me even more puzzled, I don't know what these two people are doing?

But seeing them here, I was curious, so I didn't bother them and continued to look at them secretly.

Although I couldn't hear what they said, it felt like the two of them were arguing, and at the same time, Baizhou would look at the tombstone from time to time, as if their conversation was all about the tombstone.

As I watched, I slowly approached them, thinking that I might hear them more clearly, but as I got closer, I was suddenly stared at by a gaze?

The gaze was sharp, and it was so sudden that I felt a shudder, and I almost didn't scream.

When I looked back again, I saw a man with a painted face, standing not far away.

I immediately settled down, and was surprised by the sudden appearance of such a person, so I walked over and met this person in a place obscured by catkins.

"Who are you?"

"Same purpose as yours?" The other party's voice was very calm, and he couldn't tell his age, but the clothes he was wearing were very conservative, the kind of gray-black robes, and they were not modern clothes, a bit like the work on the stage.

The other party's gaze shot through the black, white, blue, and three-color intertwined pattern, hitting my body, and then quickly spreading, covering my whole body.

Then I asked, "You sing Peking Opera?" ”

The other party didn't answer, but pointed to the two people over there, "What is your relationship with them?" ”

"You didn't answer my question!" I'm a little repulsed by his tone of not answering?

After hearing this, the other party glanced at me, and as soon as he raised his sleeves, there was an extra mask on his face, and then a sentence came, "You can't even see this, see that you are not a local!" ”

When he said this, I was stunned, and then I replied, "Of course I'm not a local anymore, I'm just here for ......."

As soon as I closed my words, I immediately asked again, "What is your character?" ”

The other party gave me a blank look, but didn't answer, and then asked, "What is your relationship with them, at this time, I'm afraid that outsiders will not be welcomed in the clan!" ”

"We are friends!"

"Friends? A friend of the new patriarch? ”

I nodded, and threw the question to him, but the other party didn't answer, turned around and was about to leave, I saw this and reached out curiously, thinking that I could hold him?

But his robe, which was covered inside, had wide sleeves, and when I pulled it like this, it fell down, but fortunately the other man stopped, and when I turned back, I accidentally caught a glimpse of a silver-white thing hanging from this man's neck.